Thursday, August 16, 2012

One Freaking Craftastic Day

Some women are into crafts. Some women are not. Some of these women come together every Wednesday for a women's bible study group. One week they decided to make diaper cakes for a baby shower. A list was passed around and too soon it landed in the nervously sweaty hands of the least crafty woman in town: Me.

My first thought was "my tummy hurts". My second thought was "cheap and easy". Then my eyes landed on it - clear rubber bands. Quick! Write your name down before someone else grabs it!

Done.

Waiting until the last possible day, I set out for my local craft store, Michael's "Where Creativity Happens". HA! I thought they might have a poster with my face on it behind the cash register reading "non-crafter - proceed with caution". After wandering around with drool pooling in the corner of my mouth and a blank look on my face, I was carefully approached by a young man who asked if I was finding what I was looking for.

Me: Great. Can you tell me which aisle has the clear and crafty type of rubber bands?

He: Ma'am, we don't carry rubber bands.

Me: Crap.

So...2 hours, 4 stores, half a tank of gas and a little bit of vodka later, after frantically facebooking crafty people to help me, I end up at my local department store hair care aisle and find the damn rubber bands.

Just "Tri" ing

We'll Find A Cure

To be sure, calling is not what it is commonly thought to be. It has to be dug out from under the rubble of ignorance and confusion. And, uncomfortably, it often flies in the face of our human inclinations. But nothing short of God's call can ground and fulfill the truest human desire for purpose. - Os Guinness